I've been here for two weeks now, and I'm almost all unpacked. I got one of the offices done yesterday, but the other one is still in boxes.
Yesterday we rehung the light in the dining room to center over the table, making room for an office at the far end of the room. A roll top desk and a four drawer file cabinet, so not my style, all put together. Organized and ready for some major financial work. It will be nice to have a good place to work on my budget, as well as my classes, but at the same time I'd rather just work on the couch and be comfortable.
I am still grieving the missing things from the sewing room. Most of them just can not be replaced and some of them were not mine and so the anger or others has added to my heart ache. There is nothing that I can do and I have to figure out how to move on and get over it. Three months worth of projects and hopes are gone, and I need to just cross them off my list and get on with the next set of things to do. I really need the bins that I set up for these months to start getting emptied and move forward. Easy words to say.
Today I have to work on the basement. More or less whether I want to or not. I need to try to put the desk together and work on the art room. And I need to do art. Something that feeds my soul. My soul truly needs feeding. I'll try to find some water colors, I bought that new set before I left Madison. Or I'll find my clay. The least I can do is put more things away and get the sewing room organized. At least I have my music to keep me company.
Tomorrow is quilters group. I'm nervous, I said I wasn't going to do anything at all in April, but I guess divine intervention is dragging me out of the house any way. Put on a smile and a nice skirt and get my act together. I know it's in there some where
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